I distinctly remember hearing about the Columbine in high school. I was a little nervous to go to school ... it was scary to think that other humans, let alone teenagers, could be responsible for such an act of terror.
I've been thinking even more about Columbine this year because I am reading Wally Lambs' The Hour I First Believed. I love his writing. She's Come Undone vies for the prestigious title of my favorite book. But this one has been a little hard to get through.
As my sweet little girl sleeps peacefully in the room across the hall, it's hard for me to want to go to such a dark place ... especially since his book is based on a such a terrible, recent event.
Today, I am thinking of Columbine—of the students, teachers and staff members who lived through the tragedy—of the parents and loved ones of victims, who both died and survived—of the community and the nation that asked, what happened?
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